As Centaur screamed, his regenerated arms and claws seized the chainsaws, grinding violently against the specially treated chains forged by Ji Jue. The piercing screech of metal rang nonstop as he forcibly snapped one of the chainsaws apart with brute strength.

“Get the fuck off me!” Centaur shouted. His wounds rapidly sealed shut, bone structures regenerating in an instant. Blood-vapor blasted from the exhaust pipes along his raised arm like an engine under turbo boost. Then came a savage punch that shook the ground, leaving a clear fist-shaped dent in the armor covering Horsey’s face.

After being fully armored, Horsey weighed over two tons, yet that single punch still sent it staggering backward.

Immediately after, under Ji Jue’s control, Horsey turned around. The broken chainsaw mount detached, and instead, the scooter pulled a massive single-edged axe from the huge storage box mounted behind its back.

The axe Ji Jue had directly machined out from a lathe had never even gone through sharpening or tempering. He had simply reinforced it through alchemy in the crudest manner possible. It could hardly even be called a weapon. At most, it was just an exceptionally heavy and durable slab of iron.

But combined with Horsey’s output and sheer mass, it was more than enough to crush anything...